"So where exactly are we going?" Andrew inquired.
After a pleasant dinner, Kenzie's father and maternal grandfather quickly isolated Andrew, taking him for a ride in a military vehicle.
"We are going to the military camp," Kenzie's grandfather, former general Winfield Davis answered.
Andrew swallowed air down his throat. He realized, his greatest fear has finally come.
Despite Samantha Wright's efforts in trying to save him from the expected confrontation, here he was, on the route to being... interrogated.
Half an hour later, Andrew was sitting in an enclosed chamber. It was dark, with thick silvery walls with no windows. Yep! With hands behind his back and a light over his head, he was pretty much treated like a suspected terrorist.
Ethan sat on a chair in front of Andrew and ordered, "First of all, you are not going to say anything about this to my wife. When we return, you are going to say that I treated you
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[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS R-18. IT CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS] "I want you to... scream my name." Following Andrew's words, Kenzie took off his coat. She sighed, expressing, "God, I missed you." Their lips crashed back into each other's, hungrily tasting their flavors. From within the living room of their presidential suite, the smacking of their lips could evidently be heard, their moans and gasps filled the air. One by one, they took off their clothes, their hands carelessly caressing each other's folds. Grabbing Kenzie's breast, Andrew sighed, "God, I missed this." He returned to eating her rims while reaching for her core and began... pleasing her down there. Kenzie's moans escaped her lips as she too, fondled with Andrew's member. She caressed it softly with her slender hands. "Fuck." Andrew carried Kenzie to their bedroom, and it was there where they resume
"I am exhausted," Kenzie yawned, laying in Andrew's arms that evening. "We had... a very long day." "Yes, we did," Andrew agreed. "And we did not sleep a wink last night." Kenzie chuckled, saying, "that was your fault. Your being perverted." "My fault? Your fault for being so hot," Andrew reasoned, hissing while he was at it. "I just want to have you all the time, if only my stamina can keep up with my mind." It could not be helped. Kenzie laughed boisterously despite earlier feeling sluggish. She suggested, "Andrew, I don't think there is something wrong with your stamina. I read online that a married couple have sex two or three times a week on an average -" "What? Bloody hell! They don't love their wives enough!" Andrew countered, granting more giggles from Kenzie. He reminded, "Well, sweetheart, you have to consider that we aren't average. Unless, of course, I am very busy and away on a business trip then the sacrifice is understan
Since Andrew was already there, part of his agenda was to connect with local media companies, music, as well as, movie producers in the country. While engaged in a meeting with the Vice President of Channel 6 network, Kenzie took the opportunity to meet local singers. She wanted to assess if any of them were potential superstars that she could produce music for. She purposely visited the media company's recording studio to listen to various albums. For nearly two hours, she immersed herself, jumping from one collection to another. She was so occupied that she failed to notice a new talent had entered the recording studio, and another producer requested to manage the console. "Misses Kentworthy? I know the recording studio had promised to give you the time, but I was wondering if we could record just one song for my artist," the male producer said. "That's no problem. I was about done, anyway," Kenzie replied and c
In a hallway of Channel 6 recording studio, a man with blond hair stood still as silence engulf him. Despite the pestering of his new wife, Alyssa, he could not hear her words, his eyes fixed on the beautiful girl that was walking away. The former known rising pop singer, Brad Scott, now downgraded to a freelance talent scout, could not believe the sight before him. 'Is this real?' He wondered. 'Could she have really moved on? Did she mean when she said she realized her feelings for me were not deep enough? Why... why does it hurt?' Kenzie Wright, the same girl, who gave him everything and was willing to buy him anything he requested, was in a man's arms, other than him. This was the same girl who prepared his water canister during every concert he had for the past two years. Did he feel guilty for the lies that he gave her? At the time, when the whole scheme was in place, he only cared about what he could get out of it. His stardo
"Reporting live from the red-light district of Bucharest, Romania, where women are being forced to work as prostitutes. The authorities have finally pinned down the brothel that imprisoned many women coming from the UK. Forces in England have collaborated with the local police to storm into this sex den, following the reports surrendered by a victim." From the CEO office, Andrew and William watched the news, coming from the opposing TV network. "Initial interviews have been made and so far, some ladies who have been trafficked illegally claimed, they auditioned to be potential talents of KNW Lifestyle Media. More investigation has yet to be made, but pieces of evidence remained to point toward the media company." Only one day of rest since Andrew returned to London, and another bad news resurfaced, putting blame on the media company. "This is bad," William said. He shifted to his son and asked, "Have the investigators returned to you?" "Not th
"I swear, I have no part in his sex trade business," Claire swore, crying as she spoke to William. "Nor is my son involved. William, you have to help me." "Then why did he give you one million pounds in total in the course of two months?" William asked with his voice raised and his eyes tightened. After Claire was taken to the police station, William took the chance to speak with his wife, wanting answers for himself. Claire gasped repeatedly and admitted, "Because I - I found out. I overheard him once when I visited his wife. So - so he paid me off to keep me quiet." "The fact that you kept it to yourself and you are receiving payment from his sex trade means you are still involved," he countered. "No! I - I never asked for it so when he gave me the money, I - I just accepted it. Denying it would mean going against him too," Claire tried to reason. "I - I never meant to be part of his organization." "He was using the media compa
"Where is my best mate?" Jonard asked Kenzie after stepping out of the fitting room. The two were at the fashion boutique of one famous designer in London, trying on their suits and Kenzie's multiple wardrobes for her wedding day. Two weeks have passed since the arrest of Noah Evans, Claire, and Harry, along with several people linked to the organized crime of trafficking women, KNW Media has been cleared of the allegations. Now, the governor was pointing fingers at the Kentworthys for not having known of Noah's side venture. Furthermore, not having recognized how the latter used the company's name in recruiting women for his sex trade business. Still, because there was no direct evidence proving that the media company was aware of Noah's illegal transactions, the hold on The KNW's assets, including that of Andrew's family, has been lifted. The operations and the financial status of the TV Network were back to normal. With that, Andrew
Andrew was on the phone, giving Wendell a side glance. When Kenzie did not pick up the second time around, he sighed and instructed, "Give us a few minutes and can you try to get in touch with my wife. Let her know that I am running late." Wendell nodded and left the office. Only then did Andrew shift his gaze to the weeping Gracelyn and said, "Gracelyn, I'm sorry to hear that you had cancer. Had I known, I would have been able to help you - " "Andrew," Gracelyn looked up to Andrew with pleading eyes, saying, "First of all, I'm sorry for coming here without an appointment." She looked down at her lap and fluttered her eyes before revealing, "I - heard that you were getting married - I, I did not think that you would already be... married, are you?" "I did not hear from our common friends that you were," she added, trying to explain her understanding of his status. "I'm already married, Gracelyn. My wife and I got married in paper. Our formal celebrati